So much for rage quitting Jedi ways

[sickofbluemilk]

The point of being a hermit was being alone. Had no one told this girl that? Luke tried ignoring her like a stray begging to come inside, but she wasn't taking the hint. What more could he do?

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[sickofbluemilk]

He had done wrong. At least in as much as what he had physically done to her in this hut. In her dream, he'd just been a bystander, hadn't he? No, he probably couldn't lie to himself about that either. She'd started it, but he'd taken it and influenced it, possibly even twisted it.

He hadn't realised it was possible to invade and distort another's thoughts from the inside like that. Even now he was learning new things about the Force.

His dick at least was done. He tucked it away, his furtive gaze flicking to the large wet patch on Rey's thighs. He skirted the edge of the hut and made his way to his wash basin to dunk a cloth in it. Wringing it, he pulled it out and offered it to Rey.

"To clean your face. It won't harm you, but if you leave it, it dries stiff." He nodded down at her thighs. "Probably the same for you too. Do you remember your dream?"

[force_sensitive]

Without taking her eyes off him, Rey reached back blindly until her hand found the staff she'd built out of scraps herself as her one and only trusted weapon. She couldn't tell if it really had been so close at hand or if she had summoned it with the Force, but her first had closed tightly around the dark metal now.

The old Jedi was so nonchalant about the whole ordeal and that was probably what was pissing Rey off the most. Memories were slowly starting to come back to her, all those mental images, the sensation of being completely stuffed by so many poeple she cared about, so many she'd desired to be close to, so many she wished to know better and-- Even Master Skywalker had been there and she...

Rey held her breath, consciously trying to put a barrier between her mind and his, just like she'd done with Kylo Ren.

Her stance became more tense as he approached, but then as she offered her the cloth, Rey considered her options. She needed to wash herself, but those fish creatures were out there under the rain doing their daily chores as if nothing could disturb them.

They'd see her covered in this filth...

"Is that the price?" She asked, taking the cloth. She was quick to wipe her face clean. Only with a little hesitation at first, she placed her staff against a wall again and took her pants off. They did not smell of piss but then...? She'd never pissed herself, what was that? Putting them aside, she started bathing her legs too, barely showing any shame.

How many times had she cleaned up herself like that back in Jakku? There was no such luxury as private bathhouses in a place where water is so precious and scarce.

"Is this what you want in exchange of teaching me?"

They had both seen something in that dream. She had seen his desire. His longing and loneliness.